O, Unicorn

Magic creature,
Purity of the soul
Deep, unknown forests
hiding secrets in
the deep pools of
your liquid black eyes
and the seductive swirl
of your golden horn
ending in a sharp point.
Hoofs making prints of fire
As they pass through
this world unseen,
unknown, yet
alive to everyone.
Are you real, or
are you just a dream,
O, Unicorn?



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